Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Can,
Visage,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.